While we ate dinner we talked and I found out Chris (the old man) was returning to the area with the burrowers. Xnxx hd While we rode along he told me about seeing a pair of engraved fangs. Just before our lunch break we were approaching a large slow moving stream when I noticed something moving in the tall grass off to one side. She held her hands out to the flames but looked at me, “The whispers tell us you are responsible for the troll’s death.”
I nodded slowly, “The death of even one such as it is not something I am proud of.”
She actually smiled, “You are strange human.”
The others had gathered around and a younger female busied herself cooking. It was shaped like a paving stone I had once seen, only shallower, maybe an inch and a half thick. It was not like fishing since the burrower could only pull and fight from the hole it was in.
